Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- including Combe Carey Hall in Berkshire. - [footsteps]
Act II, Scene 2.
It'll feed off our panic.
I could see how you might be more comfortable where you are. [laughs]
You'd have fitted in well with the monks, boy. You have a death wish.
What the hell did you bring that for?
But we're a team,
It was you.
No, you're right. It is grim.
That weird hallmark, that means there's gonna be a record of him commissioning it.
Yes, that is exactly the sort of thing I don't want you saying.
He's a good man to know when your talents fade.
What is it? 40? 50?
- [bleep] - Six degrees and falling.
Wouldn't say he's kind, but he understands when people need a second chance.
Well, time is ticking.
[loud creaking]
It wouldn't have even been suspicious, just three more agents dying on the job.
[George] I saw Sir John Fairfax once.
I think there's something old that's hidden away.
so… if either of you have another option on how to keep this agency afloat,
Whatever he was up to, killing Annabel Ward was clearly the tip of the iceberg.
[Lucy] They're taking stuff away. What's going on?
But I've got a plan.
It's a dangerous job, to be done quickly and under the radar.
[engine starts]
We don't have enough to hold him. There's nothing that puts him inside the house.
- We won't be in tomorrow. - Why not?
- [George] Maybe it's taken the night off. - [Lucy] Like we should have done.
George. That's evidence you stole from the crime scene.
This entire job was a trap. Ask Ellie. She heard Fairfax confess too.
Why'd you say that? She was nice.
[footsteps running downstairs]
[grunts]
- [Lucy] Oh shit. - [George] Sam Pandey.
Mors gloria…
Mors gloria
- [chiming] - Luce, we need another exit.
Come on, let's get out of here.
and get it from our pockets in the Red Room.
Lucy Carlyle, I'm arresting you
[George] Yes, well, to state the obvious,
Right. Shall we?
I can't.
This couldn't be the actual Screaming Staircase, could it?
George.
Not if you sign these.
Maybe if you hadn't burnt it down, we'd have some physical evidence.
[engine starts]
or a Red Room, whatever they are.